Novel & Cerita No Going Back Floria And Antonio

Diana took it without hesitation. "This is your world now," he whispered with quiet pride as they stepped onto the carpet together. As they walked inside, a familiar face stepped forward. “Diego Mondragon,” the man said with a smile. Diego’s expression lifted. “Antonio! I didn’t know you’ve been back” “I’ve been back for a while,” Antonio replied. “Should’ve given you a call.” His eyes shifted to Diana. “I see you brought your plus one.” Diego smirked. “A man must not live on bread alone.”

“With our son.” I found Erica in the crowd. She looked terrified but was trying hard to stay brave. “Keep Helena safe,” I told her, pulling her into a tight hug. “And stay away from any fighting if Seraphine comes. Promise me.” “I promise,” she whispered. “Mom, Dad—please come back. Both of you. With Alaric.” “We will,” I promised, hoping with everything I had that I could keep that word. We left Black River as the sun climbed higher. Six wolves riding north toward a cursed realm and a reunion months in the making.

“You could have said you didn’t want me to go and I’d have stayed. After all, we could have gone to Chrisland together. I only really went because you kept on talking so much about it.” “Aww, come here.” He pulled me towards him in a hug. “I’m hungry.” I stepped out from the hug. Chicken. “Let’s have jollof rice.” Ayo suggested and we got to it. “Here, cute onion.” I threw him a large onion, and pointed at the knife holder. “Thanks” He drawled and rolled his eyes before heading over to the holder and pulling out a long knife. “You’re welcome.” I gave a toothy smile and headed to the garden to get some fresh tomatoes and pepper.

"Captain Salazar gets the boat out very early in the morning before sunrise. The currents can be quite treacherous and there is only early morning and late afternoon that the Cowrie can navigate safely. I will inform Captain Salazar of your intention to leave as soon as I receive Mr. Dante's approval." "Thanks!" said Jon, sipping the coffee that was given him. The coffee was great and uplifted his spirits. After a while, he said, "I was talking to Flora recently and she told me that she wanted to return to her hometown. She asked me if she and her daughter could go with me when I return to Cardena." "Flora.” Pablo said as he turned his gaze away from Jon. “She set out very early this morning

Mariel announced. “Really? Where are we going then?” Flora Amor asked, though her eyes were drawn to the spot where she had seen the man yesterday. “Hey, bakla, where are we going?” Mariel turned to Anton. “Wherever,” he muttered, his brows furrowed, gaze fixed behind Flora Amor. “Anywhere, Beshie,” Mariel echoed. “But wait, where are you heading?” she asked, realizing Flora Amor hadn’t stopped walking.

FLORA "Plans change," the man—Carlo—responded. "Antonio has the Colombians backing him now. He thinks he doesn't need us anymore." "Then he's a fool," Sofia snapped. "The Colombians will use him and discard him once they have what they want. Where is he now?" "He’s still in California, negotiating the final details. He'll be back tomorrow." There was a pause, and we heard their footsteps moving across the room. "What about Lorenzo?" Sofia asked. Her voice was quieter now. "Are you sure?"

“No. You can’t tell me nothing. Your hands were on her, looking at her like… that. What’s going on?“ Papà persisted, darting his gaze between the both of us. “Is that the document?” Antonio changed the subject as he reached for the file in Papà’s hand. He skimmed through the document before returning his gaze to Papà. “Thank you. I’ll take my leave now. Bye.” “Antonio.” Papà called, his brows furrowing. “Really, it’s nothing.” Antonio said. Before Papà could say anything more, he started walking towards the exit. I promptly followed Antonio, but Papà called me back. “Rosalinda.” He said firmly.

Then, sharply: “Lahat ng tao, umalis.” Everyone froze — the photographer, the assistants, the servers. “Sir?” one of them asked. “I said get. Out.” His voice was calm, cold, terrifying. They scattered. The door slammed behind the last one. And then the storm broke. “So,” Antonio said slowly, standing up. “After two years of disappearing, ito pala ang balik mo.” (So this is how you come back.) Gabriel squared his shoulders. “I came home.” “With him?” Antonio snapped, pointing at Andrés. “You embarrass this family, and now you bring your—your kasalanan here?” (your sin)

“Whatever we had is over. I’ve found someone else—someone far more interesting.” Claire’s laughter rang out, bitter and disbelieving. She leaned back, her hands bracing against the desk as her confidence faltered momentarily before she masked it with defiance. “Interesting? Is that what you call her?” she sneered. “Antonio, let’s not pretend. You can play with your little toy all you want, but we both know you can’t escape me.” Antonio straightened, his expression unreadable. “Escape you?” he repeated, almost amused. “Claire, the only thing I’m interested in now is moving forward. You’re just a relic of my past.”

Flo Romano died the night she ran away. For six years, she has lived as Antonia—a skilled hacker with no past, no family, and no intention of ever looking back. Until she walks into a six-month mafia recruitment program and finds herself surrounded by the DeLuca brothers. Raffaele is the ruthless Don who can't stand her defiance. Giovanni is the broken enforcer who never thought he'd feel desire again. And Theo is the brilliant hacker who finds her impossible to resist. They were never supposed to want the same woman. They have never shared a woman. But somehow, they all want her. Then a powerful Sicilian Don sets his sights on her too. Four dangerous men. On